RISE OF EROS

Although everyone was on alert when the leader of Purgatory turned into what looked like an abysmal, it was Sohei who sensed danger the moment he transformed, so without hesitation, he returned to his hybrid form and approached at high speed.

With a powerful blow to the top of the head, the abysmal fell like a tailless flyer, but centimeters from hitting the ground, a pair of black wings full of malice extended from the abyssal’s back and stopped before crashing.

Only the lack of wings was what differentiated the leader of Purgatory from an abysmal and now he had them. His hands also quickly transformed into sharp claws as black as his body. A powerful roar was heard from the abysmal creating a powerful wave of energy that scared everyone.

This monster’s power was not normal, so they began to attack. Sohei had concluded that fighting in his dragon form would be disadvantageous against an enemy like this, so he quickly instructed Biacko and the other dragons to adopt the hybrid form.

All the dragons knew Sohei and although until that day they did not know he was so powerful, he was very respected, so they did not dare to disobey. In addition, he had already demonstrated his strength, fighting on par with the three leaders of Purgatory before.

The dragons’ actions of changing shape did not go unnoticed by the other demigods. They immediately understood that the enemy must be fast and dangerous, so they remained alert.

The confrontation had taken so long that the battlefield was covered by a dark sky, without stars or moon, as if the sky itself had decided to look away from the fight. In the center of the field, a nightmare creature rose: Abismal, a being born of corruption, an amalgam of shadows and pure hatred.

His ink-black body seemed to absorb the little light left in the environment, while his red eyes glowed like glowing embers, observing his enemies with a mixture of mockery and fury. His wings spread out like sharp blades, and his long, deadly claws were like curved blades that promised to tear flesh and bone with every movement.

In front of him was the group of demigods, an alliance of powers that rarely came together on the same battlefield. Sohei, the most powerful among them, led the group with his imposing hybrid figure, a mix of dragon and human whose mere presence inspired both fear and respect.

At his side were Biacko, with dark scales and golden eyes, and Lugia, whose half-spread wings and musculature marked his physical power. Both, like Sohei, had adopted hybrid forms to combine the agility of mortals with the overwhelming strength of dragons.

Behind them, Kael, with his hair of fire and an aura of burning energy, held his flaming spear with a firmness that only experience could grant, and Theron, a master of light, carried his sword bathed in a heavenly glow.

Draneg, with his runes, marked on his skin and an aura of earth and rock, looked like a living mountain. Zaros, whose dark figure and silent presence emanated a cold threat, was prepared to attack from the shadows.

Elidyr, Asha, and Lyria, known for their mastery of wind and water, prepared themselves at the sides, while the rest of the dragons and demigods waited their moment, forming a circle of power around the creature.

It was a battle that would mark history, and everyone knew it. The abyssal was the first to move, launching itself towards them with a speed that did not seem possible for a creature of its size.

Its wings folded behind its back as its claws sought to claw their way toward Sohei, but the hybrid dragon was ready. With a roar that shook the air, Sohei raised his sword, blocking the abysmal claws with near-perfect accuracy.

The clash echoed like thunder, and the force of the impact sent both combatants reeling back. Seizing the moment, Biacko launched himself to the flank, his movements swift and accurate.

With an agile leap, he struck the abysmal in the side with a hammer of dark energy he had conjured. The impact knocked the creature off balance momentarily, but before they could press the advantage, the abysmal spun around, its sharp wings like spinning blades.

The move was lethally fast. Lugia barely managed to leap back to avoid being cleaved in two, though one of the blades tore through his armor and left a deep cut on his left arm.

However, instead of retreating, Lugia gritted his teeth, his blood falling to the ground as he charged back toward the enemy. From the sky, Elidyr and Lyria began their coordinated attack.

Elidyr, with his aquatic powers, created a series of jets of pressurized water that struck the Abysmal like spears, while Lyria and Asha summoned gusts of wind that sought to cut off its wings and limit its movements.

The Abysmal roared, raising a barrier of dark energy that deflected most of the attacks, but the two demigods managed to open a gap large enough for Theron and Kael to enter the attack.

Kael, with his spear wreathed in flames, struck Abysmal’s torso directly, sending out waves of heat that made the air crackle. At the same time, Theron attacked from the other side, his sword of light creating a brilliant arc that cut off one of Abysmal’s wings.

The creature’s scream was deafening, and a blast of dark energy erupted from its body, sending Kael and Theron flying backward. Even though the group had a numerical advantage, the abysmal demonstrated why it was such a threat.

Its stamina was nearly infinite, and every wound inflicted upon it seemed to heal quickly as if the corruption that formed it fueled it. Draneg was next to spring into action, slamming its rune-covered fists into the ground.

The earth beneath the abysmal shattered into pieces, trapping its legs in a mass of rocks and roots. Before it could break free, Zaros appeared from the shadows, his daggers imbued with magical poison piercing the creature’s black flesh.

For a moment, it seemed like they were in control, but then, the abysmal unleashed its true power. A shockwave of dark energy erupted from its body, freeing it from Draneg’s traps and striking Zaros with enough force to send him crashing into a nearby rock wall.

Though it was not a fatal blow, Zaros was left severely injured, his ribs broken, as he tried to get up. Sohei roared in fury, launching himself towards the abysmal with a force that surpassed even that of the rest of the group combined.

His blows were devastating, each one driving the creature back another step. Biacko and Lugia followed close behind, coordinating their attacks to keep the abysmal on the defensive.

As the fight progressed, it became clear that the abysmal was being outmatched. Although it was incredibly powerful, it could not match the group’s combination of skills and coordination.

The wounds on its body began to pile up, and its regeneration was no longer enough to keep it standing. It was then that Sohei, the undisputed leader, saw his chance. With a shout that echoed throughout the battlefield, he channeled all of his power into one final attack.

His sword, wreathed in a golden glow, descended upon the abysmal with devastating force, cleaving the creature in two. The abysmal roared one last time, its body collapsing into a cloud of darkness that began to slowly dissipate. The battle was over, but the cost was high.

Lugia, wounded in the arm, and Zaros, with broken ribs, were the most affected physically, however, everyone present felt the weight of the battle on their bodies and souls.

Sohei, sword still in hand, looked at the remains of the abyssal as the group began to gather. "This wasn’t just a victory," he said, his voice filled with gravity, before adding, "It was a warning. If something like this arises again, we must be prepared."

The group nodded silently, knowing that although they had won this battle, the war against the dark forces of the world was far from over, especially when two of Purgatory’s leaders had escaped.

They weren’t stupid, they could tell that the three of them were under the influence of something that corrupted them and was the reason for the transformation into an abysmal. If he could do that, it was obvious that the other two could too.

In fact, it was even more worrying, as they didn’t know if they could turn other people into abysmals. They knew that Purgatory had a large number of members and all of them were hidden, which made them more dangerous.

They had already faced abyssals during the war a thousand years ago, but not even the most powerful ones came close to the strength shown by this one, which worried them. If the fallen god’s rebirth alerted them, the appearance of this abysmal solidified their beliefs.

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In that moment of reflection, their thoughts were driven away when they felt a malevolent aura coming from below and they immediately adopted battle positions, believing that the abysmal had survived.

However, when they were about to attack, they saw that there was nothing. They focused their gaze on the place where they felt the hostility and then they saw a small stone as black as ink that was the cause of this presence.

They wanted to get closer to see what it was, but then the space in front of the rock deformed and Crhono, along with Sereda, appeared. Without saying anything, Sereda created a barrier to cover the stone and when she finished, Crhono took it and put it in a small wooden box with golden runes.